From beneath the dogwood tree

I listened to wind rustling

                           across housetops

and through daisy fields

'til it was over me ...

singing in my ear ...

tooting down my throat.

Everything swayed and curved

                           and billowed ...

and fairy capes flew

toward the sky then

sprinkled down freely,

salting dandelions and poppies

and dousing me in the process.

Do I love you

or do I love love?

I don't know. Truly.

But I'll live,

as long as there are fairy capes

and dandelions.

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